“But I shan’t. I shall have to be stone broke first.”
Fenwick went on unheeding—“Let me have the refusal.”
“Oh, as to that, all right! If worse comes to the worst and I’ve got to run, I’ll leave word that Tommy is yours. Will that suit you?”
“Down to the ground.”
Both men laughed, and as Claudia and Fenwick walked away, she said—
“I’m afraid you’ll have to put up with another pony.”
“Not I!” he returned. “It’s Tommy or none. But I shall get him.”
She glanced curiously at him.
“Do you always get what you want?”
“Pretty generally. When I set my mind upon it.”